I kissed his cheek; “I’m ok. And I missed you.”“I missed you too, Little One,” he said as he brought me close to him and held me tightly, �...�Are you sure that you’re ok? Did anything…”“No,” I lied, cutting him short. I was more ok with lying by interruption than having his question asked flat-out and having to lie then. “Everything’s…well, the same.”Paul searched my eyes as if he didn’t believe me, “I love you, you know.”“And I love you too,” I said, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his. Her chin hit the water first, and then she realized he had put down a bowl of water for her. Just like a dog.“Drink,” he said. When she did, he moaned. It was a quiet sound, but it was enough to make Amaya clench very hard in response.Knowing it turned him on, she drank deeply. It was humiliating to drink like a dog, but at the same time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was his pet. She knew that if he wanted to collar her and tie her to a leash in his backyard, she would do it without. Dripping into the u*********s pleasure centre of his mind at this point of maximum arousal, to form both barrier and precursor to relief. A trigger. A trigger that’d provoke an instant, spurting release without further physical stimulation from the masturbatrix‘s below.“…But, only when you hear that ’special’ word… A word that I‘ll give you when you breathe in your medicine…You remember what it is, don’t you?”A single fisted response snapped back in reply, white knuckled and tense, desperate. The adventurers had discovered that people didn't have any strong opinions about magic users, except that you didn't want to mess with someone who had powers, be they gods or wizards. So, Freaky would get to dress as strangely as he cared to. He took Patches to town, while the rest camped out, and got provisions, and cool mystical robes and shit. Dried corn husks, to use as TP, never go adventuring without TP. Usualy you would also want waterproof matches in your ziplock bag of toiletpaper, but.